Gabrielle, Tyler, I need you to take my phone and cut off my internet. I can't seem to adhere to basic professional standards, and this is no way to do business. The last thing I want is the yakuza finding out who embarrassed them last month. Mostly because it puts you in danger. I'm perfectly fine with them showing up at my door.
I miss Hiei. Jobs are more fun when he pretends he's going to do something awful and I pretend to talk him down and everyone stares at me as though they can't believe he hasn't set me on fire yet. He knows exactly what would happen if he did. Not sleeping on the couch. That doesn't actually work when your partner thinks sleeping in a tree is the height of comfort. Instead I ...
... just barely convinced myself not to share deeply personal details on the network and this is becoming awkward.